In the scorching heat in the desert I'm seen in the distance. But alas you can never reach me.

Gliding through sapphire fields with strokes of grace, a dance beneath the sun's embrace. Fins not required, yet fluid you remain, in this liquid ballet where freedom reigns.

Quest word, so no alt words. I can mean two different things - one is a means to drink, the other a means to eat. My first three letters refer to the hopeful mantra of positive people... and of little engines that could. My last four letters spell a kind of person often stereotyped by their age.

Born of two, yet neither alone, stronger together than either known. I stand in statues, warm and bold, not quite silver, not quite gold.

Roses are red, Matt Rose is cool. I'm a sort of table you'll find in a school